Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Philippines and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Scientists to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Monks,
X-101,
Banda Bassotti,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faraquet,
Funky Four + One,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Severed Heads,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can,
The Motions,
The Durutti Column,
E-Dancer,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Basic Channel,
Minnie Riperton,
Bauhaus,
Lightning Bolt,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes,
B.T. Express,
Chris Corsano,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doors,
Vladislav Delay,
Patti Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
Roger Hodgson,
Bronski Beat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Copeland,
Prince Buster,
the Normal,
The Real Kids,
MC5,
The Fugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade,
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
Ice-T,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Tommy Roe,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.